I wanted to call you last night..
Thought I would share my plight.
Why you, I swear, I don’t know
But I think of you when I am low
What’s the plight I don’t show
But, I am used to you, you know
In an instinct I picked up the phone
broke-down. Yes, I am prone
Mustered up, dialed your number
Maybe I was coming out of my slumber
and that’s when my hands froze
Soulless I am, like this song without a prose
I stayed put losing time and losing mind
Putting myself through the grind
Couldn't sleep, I picked up my guitar
Sang, 'The door to my heart is ajar'
All I know is that I sang like a crow
Hiding what I feel, trying not the show
Even the guilt slowly gave up on me
Its time to come to terms with my destiny.
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
I wanted to call you last night..
Posted by shubh at Tuesday, July 26, 2011 0 comments
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Why just the ring?
Why just the ring?
Please take back all the memories, the good and the bad.
The pain. The times when you were sad.
The times when you stood by me and the times when you didn't.
The times when I stood by you and the times i didn't.
The fun we never had and the fun you miss now.
All the times I tried, and how.
The laughter, the dreams, the love, the fights, the time that we shared and the time we were supposed to.
All the things that you wanted, and all the things I wanted for you.
The ring is still in it's place. I have jumped in the sea.
Fish it out, please feel free.
Please take it all. Please take it all.
I have gills to breathe now.
Posted by shubh at Tuesday, July 12, 2011 1 comments
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
How Happy I am
How happy I am
now that it has rained
Its all so green
drenched clean
the roads are wider
the girls look prettier
the rum more inviting
the pick up more exciting
but no matter how happy I am now
I miss the times I was sad
I miss the pain
the self inflicted suffering
the feeling of being nothing
and a nobody
i miss feeling low
i miss being the fool
i miss the names you called me
I miss the times I was with you
the pain is gone, you are too
i know i could've taken some more
and then some,
you must've had a reason
you called me the devil
the tears are there
but i don't cry
my eyes don't need cleansing
neither does my soul.
i should be happy
with so much peace of mind
wider roads
prettier girls
so why do i miss you
and why is life saying
fuck you?
Written by Shubhashish and Manisha Lakhe.
Posted by shubh at Tuesday, July 05, 2011 1 comments